User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3135907-20120120014541

Not far from Redwall Abbey a small fire crackles quietly, illuminating the twenty-odd beasts immediately surrounding it. Other fires flicker as well nearby. A rat named Grimage enters the camp. "I got news fer yew, Chief," he says to a weasel nearby. "The waterdogs have left the Abbey to chase the Marlyfoskers, so now we're free to advance, right Chief?" The weasel chuckles. "I don' see why not, ey? Boril, Skitch, Gillclaw, Friggun, Derrad, Gilch. Yer on diggin' duties. If we dig a liddle 'ole unner the wallgate they'll not expect no vermin armies ent'rin', eh eh! The rest o' yew'll be divided amongst me'n Bickle, us bein' the ones ter assault the gates. Any questions?"